We were at the same private school, and he was at m'tutors, and we were never much separated till he went abroad to cram for the Diplomatic and I started east to shoot things." "Then I will tell you what I told Captain Kennedy." Saskia, looking into the heart of the peats, began the story of which we have already heard a version, but she told it differently, for she was telling it to one who more or less belonged to her own world.

She mentioned names at which the other nodded.

She spoke of a certain Paul Abreskov.

"I heard of him at Bokhara in 1912," said Sir Archie, and his face grew solemn.
Sometimes she lapsed into French, and her hearer's brow wrinkled, but he appeared to follow.

When she had finished he drew a long breath.
"My aunt! What a time you've been through! I've seen pluck in my day, but yours! It's not thinkable.